Noir – the darker side to sedge808
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Description: "Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
Knowing what knowing is, think less of your life as labor. Pain’s increase, thought’s random torture, grow with intent. Simply live.
The sky’s like a pewter of curiously dulled blue, and “My heart’s in the highlands . . .,” feels the day beginning again. And whatever, whatever, says it again, and stays here, stays here with its old hands, holds on with its stiff, old fingers, can come too, like they say, can come with me into this patient weather, and won’t be left alone, no, never alone ever again, in whatever time’s left for us here.
When I was a kid, I thought like a kid — I was a kid, you dig it. But a hundred and fifty years later, that’s a whole long time to wait for the train.
Noir – the darker side to sedge808
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